Poems from TailsRules
Your words were a Machete
Sliced through my essence
Causing me to doubt
The need of my presence
Am I that loathsome?
Perfect-I know-not...
Weep not for me
BUt be glad
I am free
From a life sad
When dawn comes
And I cease to be
Remember my warmth
When you remember me
Oh...
Forty years ago
My father went here
A 13-year-old 8th grader
Finishing his last year
Thirty years afterwards
That was me
We both...
As he was carried
And laid to rest
We remembered the works
He did that were best
Oh the great Frederick Douglass!
Who spoke for his race...
Oh Bayard Oh Bayard
How tragic for you
For your name to be eschewed-ignored
Except by a few
Athlete-student-singer
You were a Renaissance...